Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
Our vows are heard betimes, and heaven takes careTo grant, before we can conclude the prayer;Preventing angels met it half ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
My Lord,While flattering crowds officiously appearTo give themselves, not you, an happy year,And by the greatness of their presents proveHow ...
A parish-priest was of the pilgrim-train;An awful, reverend, and religious man.His eyes diffused a venerable grace,And charity itself was in ...
When lawless men their neighbours dispossess,The tenants they extirpate or oppress,And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil,Which the right ...
High state and honours to others impart,But give me your heart:That treasure, that treasure alone,I beg for my own.So gentle ...
Men are but children of a larger growth;Our appetites are apt to change as theirs,And full as craving too, and ...
O souls, in whom no heavenly fire is found,Fat minds, and ever grovelling on the ground!We bring our manners to ...
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